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Apr 2017
verbose, she is not
love and hate locked
in the depths of a brimming shelf

pull out one and grab a tea
shh- a whispered story
you will hear
a fleeting realm she once breathe
in time you'll grasp
in a melancholy verse sung

but the voices grew
the flame flickered
then- nothing.
Karena
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Karena  moon
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